User blog comment:Redmight/Blackbane castle and the Island of Despair/@comment-2207385-20111128021312

Starting scenario for Pamil

The dim hue of moister gently floated in the expanse of Ebonrare forest, its trees of many sizes, shapes and simple beauties stretching far as the eyes could see. Thick foliage made the lights of the trees simply shine in a beautiful harlequin of lights. Even as the forest was pleasing to the very eyes and body, it was not so for the beasts walking trapped in chains tightly to their paws. Each beast weary of walking tirelessly for days sighed and groaned in exhaustion, all of them strange to the very eyes, wearing capes, hoods, and the intricate symbols in their fur and clothing's. Foxes of big size and strength escorted the chained beasts to their destination, all of them holding weapons of swords and spears, keeping a close eye to them, their gazes full of disgust and even hate as they marched on.

At the very end of the line of chained beasts was a large wagon, a holding cell made of metal covered it as two huge beetles pulled it.

inside were more beasts chained by their paws, but they all looked more cheery and all wearing a faint grin and even glimpses of happiness as they all knew the destination they were approaching, even then they did not panic or lose hope, but the most calm and happy beast was a beast wrapped in dreams and imagination gently keeping her asleep, a weasel with pinkish fur, a cute yet sturdy looking clothing's that resemble that of witches, a pointy hat with matching clothes of blue and pink colors making her quite the adorable sight.

All the beasts smiled as they looked at her, a ferret with a pointy hat gently moved to her and gently grabbed the weasel's nose, he gently shook it as he chuckled, "Hey Pinky wake up! the guards aren't going to give you a good wakey wakey like me you know?"